"…Why do you like Amber?"
"Do you really want to know? It's a bit…"
"Just tell me. I'll forget everything."
I was curious.
And maybe the alcohol was loosening his tongue, because Sung-han began spilling all manner of filthy praise.
That she was beautiful.
That her body was pure temptation.
That she spoke like an utter deviant.
Even with her sitting right there, hearing him heap such vulgar flattery on her, she didn't mind.
No—honestly, it was turning her on.
She wanted him to keep going.
Why had Kang Min-hyuk never said things like this to her?
"Sorry, I think I'm really drunk. I'm talking nonsense."
"No, it's fine. You must be a true fan."
"Well, yeah… Actually, my stocks have been doing great lately, so I'm planning a big donation soon."
"A big one…? Why?"
Unfortunately, the compliments stopped there.
Perhaps the buzz was fading; Sung-han seemed to be sobering up.
Instead, he changed the subject.
He wanted to make a large donation because his investments were paying off.
She wasn't streaming for the money, so donations didn't excite her much, but his next words caught her attention.
"…I heard a rumor that adult streamers have dinner and dates with their top donor, the 'chairman.'"
She'd heard that rumor too.
No—it wasn't just a rumor. She knew it happened.
In the adult streaming world, tales of meeting one's chairman—the biggest spender—were commonplace.
A casual meal, a trip to a karaoke room.
Was that really all?
These weren't ordinary streamers; they were adult broadcasters.
Women who bared their breasts and nipples on camera, who spoke and acted with shameless lewdness.
What wouldn't they do to keep their chairman happy?
It might be prejudice, but she doubted it ended with dinner and karaoke.
What does Sung-han want to do with me if we meet…?
Her thoughts drifted back to that impossibly massive bulge she'd glimpsed at the reunion.
Even through his pants, it had been so striking she'd gasped without thinking.
"Huh?"
"If—if we go on a date, what would you do?"
"Hmm…"
"You have to do what Amber always says."
"What Amber says?"
The filthy things she'd uttered on stream flashed through her mind, and the phrase she repeated most often rose to the surface.
[Choke me and force yourself on me…]
Would he actually do it?
The Sung-han she knew wasn't as flawless as Kang Min-hyuk, but he was earnest, upright.
He only ever gave her lecherous glances or meddled in her dates.
But now?
The Sung-han who'd just been spewing depraved praise at Amber felt different—even if the alcohol was to blame.
He was like a character from the smutty manhwa she devoured in secret.
So, almost unconsciously, as he rose to leave, she said,
"You never know—Amber might not even agree to meet you…"
Did Sung-han realize?
That what she'd just said was tantamount to Amber agreeing to the meeting?
After he left, for the first time in ages, she fell asleep thinking of a man who wasn't Kang Min-hyuk.
I donated twenty million won to Amber, and she reached out.
Of course, it wasn't a fortune to me anymore.
It wasn't even my money; my account was swollen from unloading over a billion won in stocks.
[Would you like to meet for a light meal?]
Naturally, I didn't refuse.
"Is this her KakaoTalk ID?"
She was meticulously concealing that it was Yena.
At least, she thought she was.
The dinner would be in a party room she'd rented in Hongdae.
She wanted to treat me properly.
Somehow, that sounded vaguely obscene.
We'd held the reunion in Hongdae, and now we were meeting there again—was she being brazen? Or did Yena live near Hongdae, like Kang Min-hyuk?
"A party room…"
The concept was foreign to me.
A space people rented for private gatherings.
Usually not for just two, but she'd booked it generously, citing the twenty-million-won donation.
A private space, meant for parties—where noise wouldn't matter.
I sensed deliberate intent in her choice.
"No way… I haven't even begun my proper seduction…"
As that thought crossed my mind, I arrived at the venue.
And then, after far too long, a blue window materialized before me.
[You have completed a hidden quest.]
[Meet her as 'Amber'.]
[Acquired Swordsmanship LV.1 skill.]
A hidden quest cleared at the most unexpected moment.
This skill was different from the others I'd earned.
Swordsmanship.
Unlike the lewd abilities I'd collected so far, this was a genuine combat skill.
Not bad at all.
Some quest worlds demanded proficiency with weapons.
Fantasy, martial arts, or hero settings riddled with villains.
Plenty of worlds where you'd die without fighting skills.
Pushing thoughts of the skill aside, I stepped into the party room. A hallway resembling a normal home greeted me.
But that impression shifted as I ventured deeper.
A sprawling sofa, muted lighting, a grand dining table. Board games lined the bookshelf in place of books, while the open kitchen displayed wine glasses and bottles like a private bar.
"So this is a party room…"
Exactly as advertised—a space crafted for revelry.
But where was Yena? Amber?
"You're here?"
A door ahead swung open, and Amber stepped out.
I froze, staring.
It was the same white bikini from her last stream, but in person, it was… overwhelming.
Far more aggressive than on screen.
I couldn't tear my eyes away.
Amber flushed under my gaze, turning her head aside.
Honestly, I hadn't expected this.
I'd half-braced for her to back out, claiming it was a fleeting whim, or for us to simply eat and part ways.
Never imagined she'd greet me dressed like that.
Perhaps she thought it preserved her anonymity.
Amber on stream always wore such outfits; Yena, modest attire.
Though even those couldn't hide how her body turned heads.
"S-Shall we sit…?"
Unable to stand forever, Amber perched on the sofa's edge.
I drew a steadying breath.
Meeting Yena as Amber, I'd planned to embody the man her kinks craved.
Since she unleashed her desires through Amber, I figured a bolder, more sexual persona would resonate.
Just look at her now.
A bikini two sizes too small for her overflowing breasts, greeting a man who wasn't her boyfriend.
It was seduction, plain and simple.
Playing her ideal shouldn't be hard.
But it wasn't easy.
Embodying the man for those fetishes skirted the edge of criminal.
Rape fantasies, choking, masochism.
This isn't real… Even if she sues, I'll be back in reality within days…
Steeling myself, I sat beside her.
"It's a little… close, isn't it?"
"Really?"
"N-No, never mind."
Without pause, I slipped my arm around her shoulder.
The position placed my hand perilously near her chest.
Not touching, but a slight shift would bury it in her lush curves.
Amber flustered, yet said nothing more.
She merely blushed deeper, eyes averted.
"S-So, what would you like for dinner?"
She could have protested, but chose to ignore it.
Silent permission.
Probably.
"Shall we browse a delivery app together?"
I pulled out my phone with my free hand, opening the app.
To share the small screen, our faces and bodies drew close.
I slid my arm lower, letting my hand rest just beneath her breasts.
"Ah…"
"Anything you're craving?"
"N-No, nothing in particular."
Still, Amber stayed silent.
She stared fixedly at the app, feigning focus.
In truth, she wasn't seeing it at all.
Proof: I'd lingered on the same restaurant listing for ages, and she hadn't commented.
She was stealing glances at my hand, pretending to browse.
I was no different.
The app forgotten, I savored the warmth against the back of my hand.
After a moment's hesitation, I lifted her breasts slightly, as if to cradle them.
"Haa…"
This time, Amber let out a soft gasp.
Our eyes locked.
What now?
Would she push me away, reminding me she had a boyfriend?
"S-Shall we check other places?"
Amber shamelessly played oblivious.